"My life is all in vain if I fail to see the crown you have hidden."
"Look for it in your crystal!" cried Dan.
Sikandar ignored him and continued to Dick Oakwood, "With the symbol on that crown in my memory, I could travel through the air to my own land. I could go to the high-built lamasaries of Tibet. I could enter the presence of the holy Dalai Lama himself and find welcome in the circles of the wise men of the high places."
"You can do all those things, once you have set free the captives," said Dick firmly.
"Sure," said Dan. "We will help you. My father has a plane that will fly you to India."
"Your father will fly with me to Holy India?" The Mahatma looked at Dan for the first time with respectful interest. "The voice told me that it would be so," he replied. "An unlicked cub would first annoy me by his foolish teasing, then would cause me to be carried through the air to the land of the sacred Ganges."
"Any place you want to go!" said Dan.
"Help me first, and we'll show you the crown and fly with you to India," Dick promised.
"Only we can't waste any more time here," urged Dan.
"Raal and his warriors are impatient," said Dick. "And so am I."